I love cooking dinner more than just about anything. Breakfast is fun - all that baking and egg cracking, lunch can be interesting - all those sandwiches, but dinner is my favorite. Dinner is where I get things right. Not my recipes, but my life. Inevitably, there are things in my day that I can't control, can't change, can't get done before the clock runs out. Even if it is just for me, even if it doesn't turn out well, like tonight's improvised dijon-quinoa-spinach-mustard patties, I cook. And it's all that I am, and all that I need, just to stand at my stove and salt and pepper and stir. I stop replaying and rehashing. I tune out the noise of my life and the only thing I think about is how my dish would be judged if I were to present it to the judges on Top Chef. It is my best hour. I may go to bed with a belly too full, but my mind is at ease, and the house smells like someone lives here. Someone who likes to cook.